Who says you can’t have a job and bang on the drum too?

So as I’m getting ready to go to Hoboken in the middle of a weekday, to buy insurance and switch cell phone carriers, trying to decide which flip flops to wear, and watching my cat sleep with his head in his water dish, it suddenly occurred to me, “damn, I might not have to buy work clothes again for like years.” Bite me, ill-fitting dry clean-only microfiber pants, bite me.

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  1. snowy

     /  July 25, 2005

    damn stuh-raight sista! to hell with the hoisery and pumps.

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